Dogs

I was Unca Dan at 17 at the house of college girls on the south side of Bloomington. There was a miniature Schnauzer living there too, but I don't remember it as fondly as I did this thing. I can't recall the dog's name now, but it belonged to one of Marti's roommates. I was Unca because the dog was my nephew. It like rubbing behind the ears and popcorn and pretzels. We never let it drink, but it might have enjoyed that as well. I wouldn't be surprised if it died of lung cancer. We smoked like chimneys then -all the girls and I and my buddy Jim that came over to hang out. We played chess for hours and smoked and drank homemade wine.